Cuddly

I wonder how many times I have to give up my inner peace to satisfy you.

Loving you was the most self destructing thing that I’ve ever done

I hate seclusion. I find myself getting lost in an ocean of despair and your words rewinding in my head paralyse me everytime.

And honey you tell me every day that love saves lives. But oh do your words cut deeper than a knife. That same love makes me want to burry myself from the world.

You turn a blind eye when I get stabbed exactly where it hurts the most and then tell me that I’m delusional. You can think that my words are fake but my pain sure is real.

How can you stab me right where it hurts the most and expect me to heal overnight? How do you expect me to clean up the blood from my wounds when I’m still in the process of healing? But I am grateful though, grateful that my suffering did not force me to become as cruel as you.

Congratulations, you tore down the girl who would build up an entire universe for you.

In the beginning there's always star dust and poetry, but what about the in-betweens?

Sometimes these sudden bursts of depression overpower me like the moon over powers the sun at night, casting darkness upon my world.

"Not all toxic people are cruel and uncaring. Some of them love us dearly. Many of them have good intentions. Most are toxic to our being simply because their needs and way of existing in the world force us to compromise ourselves and our happiness. They aren’t inherently bad people, but they aren’t the right people for us. And as hard as it is, we have to let them go. Life is hard enough without being around people who bring you down, and as much as you care, you can’t destroy yourself for the sake of someone else. You have to make your wellbeing a priority. Whether that means breaking up with someone you care about, loving a family member from a distance, letting go of a friend, or removing yourself from a situation that feels painful — you have every right to leave and create a safer space for yourself." —Daniell Koepke

I don't know what's worse, the storm or the aftermath. But in your situation, I can clearly say the aftermath was God-awful than the storm.